[Verse 1: Jason DeRulo] I'm that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable Cause I know what the girl them need, New York to Haiti I got lipstick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave
[Hook] Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is Will you talk dirty to me? Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me